Att!cus, Rich Amiri - Cashing Out lyrics

Might need a choppa now
Damn, that choppa go "Blow"
I see the top now, how?
Bitch, I just can't wait to cash out
Huh, my diamonds, they taken
My money, blue faces
All my time, don't waste it
All my rhymes, no faking
Mad at me cause I'm at the top
Mad at me cause I just got up
Mad at me cause my bands don't stop
Mad at me lil boy you an op
Cashing out bigger than life
You better come and rock
Cashing out and I count
My money, count stacks
Count racks and count my guap
My shit go hard, yeah, my shit go real dumb
Smoke so much shit every day
I think I'm going numb
You do to much now she goin', um, um
You do too much now you
Don't even get a crumb

Bitches be talking that shit
But they not opps
Shots flying at you and they go like
"bah bah" leaning and popping like rocks, ha
Poured up a four with some Wock, grah
Poured up a four with some Wock, grah
Poured up a four with some Wock, grah

Doing what I want, succeeding
Sitting around late, I'm dreaming
Then repeating
Cause right now it's kinda seeming

You Don't get nothing you Don't get none
Don't get nothing cause I just won

You Don't get nothing you Don't get none
Don't get nothing cause I just won

Might need a choppa now
Damn, that choppa go "Blow"
I see the top now, how?
Bitch, I just can't wait to cash out
Huh, my diamonds, they taken
My money, blue faces
All my time, don't waste it
All my rhymes, no faking
Mad at me cause I'm at the top
Mad at me cause I just got up
Mad at me cause my bands don't stop
Mad at me lil boy you an op
Cashing out bigger than life
You better come and rock
Cashing out and I count
My money, count stacks
Count racks and count my guap

Yeah yeah
Ay, I can't stop, no caught that boy up late
He getting popped, whoa
I'm finna hit up Neiman Marcus
Like I shop, whoa
And your nigga on the bottom
I'm on top, whoa
I just put up bands for a new wraith
Oh, yeah, that's your ho, I want her
Okay, I'm gonna take her
Okay, put that bitch on cam
Hell yeah I made her
Moving iffy with some molly, pussy
But I play her though
I just took your favorite ho
And I just fucking tamed her
I just hopped out of the blue
Like the undertaker
Only focus on my blues, gotta get my cake up
If you ain't talking about cake, pussy
Don't even say nun'
Huh, yeah, damn I swerved that dude
Yeah, yeah who is you?
I upgraded from a Honda to a Bentley coupe
Yeah do the dash on these niggas
Finna drop the roof might need a choppa now
Damn, that choppa go "Blow"
I see the top now, how?
Bitch, I just can't wait to cash out
Huh, my diamonds, they taken
My money, blue faces
All my time, don't waste it
All my rhymes, no faking
Mad at me cause I'm at the top
Mad at me cause I just got up
Mad at me cause my bands don't stop
Mad at me lil boy you an op
Cashing out bigger than life
You better come and rock
Cashing out and I count my money, count
Stacks, count racks and count my guap, whoa